Dispatch my wants and needs with haste
For just an imagination or day dream of a taste
Heated explosion ready to implode
Dangling on the edge of the precipice
The excitement
The thrill
The bliss…
Stimulation overload
Fragmentized in a million pieces
Overwhelming the senses
Exalted being
More shocking and dazzling than you could ever imagine it to be
Electrifying ecstasy
A deep comforting Zen zone
Like a blanket I am wrapped in, like a queen I am enthroned
The senses spastic
Overexcitement
.. overthrow
I know what triggering means
Implying the unseen
Creating a chemical reaction in me
Devouring my sensibilities
Forcing my hand psychologically
Yet I do not have to manifest a negative reaction
Ideally
Having no self awareness of my current state
I find myself lingering
I cannot think too much because it hurts too much
So I find myself in a dissociative haze
There is no clean slate when I come to
There is no way to undo
The difficulty in finding logic here somehow
When emotion was all I knew
No way to transcend
..in these turbulent feelings
That have me reeling
Yet would that make me a heathen?
Living in this earthly space?
